Yesterday, Manda and I went climbing at a local rock climbing gym. She'd never been so I was prepared to show her how it was done. That one time I went in college 8 years ago was enough to make me a professional... right?

I like to think I'm athletic. I mean, I work out regularly and I played varsity sports. It's part of my genetic make up... right?

Pshh. Whatever. Manda freaking walked up those 20-30 foot walls like they were horizontal. While her athletic abilites were a pleasure to watch, and believe me I enjoyed every second of it, I was left feeling like an ackward 13 year old boy who loves star wars, trying to dance with two left feet. Not pretty.

Needless to say Manda showed me a few things. I was the student and she was the master. I left with lots of bruises... She left after barely breaking a sweat.

If she weren't so damn cute, I'd have been more upset at her for showing me up. But alas, she's adorable. She can win every time and its okay with me.

Peace Out.
:o)